Poetry Appearing in Poetry In Motion® New York

Antigone (lines 879-886)

CHORUS:
Love, never conquered in battle
Love the plunderer laying waste the rich!
Love standing the night-watch guarding a girl's soft cheek,
you range the seas, the shepherds' steadings off in the wilds—
not even the deathless gods can flee your onset,
nothing human born for a day—
whoever feels your grip is driven mad.Translated from the Greek by Robert Fagles
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